Grampa had hogs when Dad was a child. Grampa's hogs just kind'a ran around the whole place. 'Course, there weren't many neighbors then! One day Dad and his brother invented a game where they would throw a board down amongst a flock of chickens, to see them scatter. Finally, their luck ran out and they killed a chicken. To hide the evidence, they put the dead chicken under the corner of the chicken house, out of sight. The pigs found it and were fighting over it where Gramma could see them out the window. She said, "Walter, those pigs have killed one of my chickens!' Thats when Gramma got the yard fenced!
Dad had a pet pig that he could ride around. One summer day he rode it up close to an open window on the house and stuck his head in the window and hollered, "Mom! Look at me!" At that time the window fell down and caught him behind the head and the hog ran away! He always said he sure was glad when Gramma opened the window and turned him loose!
Grampa's hogs would live out in the pastures and fields and Dad always said they would make huge mounds out of alfalfa, grass and dirt for their nest, to keep their piglets in. They would have to mow around them when cutting hay.
I have roped lots of pigs. It ain't so hard to rope them, but it is kind'a tricky keeping the rope on them! :wink:
Fellow who used to live in Montana claims he used to rope lots of wilder pigs by the heels. He said they hop just like a steer who is roped. John Ismay claimes he watched him rope 20 in a row, by the heels, from a horse, while they were in the next pen. He would then dally up and drag their back feet up to the top of the fence so John could reach thru' the fence to casterate them. Kind'a like Soapweeds branding device.
Tumbleweed used to help a neighbor who brande3d his pigs. Said they held them just like calves, but it was a lot noisier! :lol: